I sit and think life’s like a stream
All bubbling and clear
In early days when youth burns bright
Before the middle years
When brook turns into river broad
With depth and span from all
Experiences that we have had
Before we reach the fall
Of life; autumnal years spread out
Where estuary feeds into
The oceans sea that stretches out
Towards eternal view
Whence spirit will evaporate
Up to the skies above
And drops of memories will reign
In you and me with love
P